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  • #1
    François Truffaut
    “Three films a day, three books a week and records of great music would be enough to make me happy to the day I die.”
    François Truffaut

  • #2
    Haruki Murakami
    “If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #3
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

  • #4
    علي الوردي
    “يقول نيتشه: "الدين ثورة العبيد". ويقول ماركس: "الدين أفيون الشعوب". وفي الحقيقة إنّ الدين ثورة وأفيون في آن واحد. فهو عند المترفين أفيون وعند الأنبياء ثورة. وكل دين يبدأ على يد النبي ثورة ثم يستحوذ المترفون عليه بعد ذلك فيحولونه إلى أفيون. وعندئذ يظهر نبي جديد فيعيدها شعواء مرة أخرى.”
    علي الوردي, مهزلة العقل البشري

  • #5
    علي الوردي
    “قد يعتقد المسلمون اليوم أنّهم لو كانوا يعيشون في زمان الدعوة لدخلوا فيها حالما يسمعون بها. ولست أرى مغالطة أسخف من هذه المغالطة.
    يجب على المسلمين اليوم أن يحمدوا ربهم ألف مرة لأنّه لم يخلقهم في تلك الفترة العصيبة. ولو أنّ الله خلقهم حينذاك لكانوا من طراز أبي جهل أو أبي سفيان أو أبي لهب أو لكانوا من أتباعهم على أقل تقدير، ولرموا صاحب الدعوة بالحجارة وضحكوا عليه واستهزأوا بقرآنه ومعراجه.
    تصور يا سيّدي القارئ نفسك في مكة أبان الدعوة الإسلامية، وأنت ترى رجلاً مستضعفاً يؤذيه الناس بالحجارة ويسخرون منه، ويقولون عنه إنّه مجنون. وتصور نفسك أيضاً قد نشأت في مكة مؤمناً بما آمن به آباؤك من قدسية الأوثان، تتمسح بها تبركاً وتطلب منها العون والخير. ربّتك أمك الحنونة على هذا وأنت قد اعتدت عليه منذ صغرك، فلا ترى شيئاً غيره. ثم تجد ذلك الرجل المستضعف يأتي فيسب هذه الأوثان التي تتبرك بها فيكرهه أقرباؤك وأصحابك وأهل بلدتك وينسبون إليه كل منقصة ورذيلة. فماذا تفعل؟ أرجو أن تتروى طويلاً قبل أن تجيب عن هذا السؤال.”
    علي الوردي, مهزلة العقل البشري

  • #6
    Leo Tolstoy
    “He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. "Where is it? What death?" There was no fear because there was no death.

    In place of death there was light.”
    Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych

  • #7
    Osamu Dazai
    “For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.”
    Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

  • #8
    Edgar Allan Poe
    “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
    Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

  • #9
    Albert Camus
    “I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.”
    Albert Camus, The Stranger

  • #10
    Albert Camus
    “I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God.”
    Albert Camus, L'Étranger

  • #11
    Albert Camus
    “I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored”
    Albert Camus, The Stranger

  • #12
    George Orwell
    “Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #13
    أبو العلاء المعري
    “خرجنا من الدنيا ونحن من أهلها
    فما نحن بالأحياء فيها ولا الموتى”
    أبو العلاء المعري, ‫رسالة الغفران‬

  • #14
    Italo Calvino
    “Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.”
    Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

  • #15
    Italo Calvino
    “You reach a moment in life when, among the people you have known, the dead outnumber the living. And the mind refuses to accept more faces, more expressions: on every new face you encounter, it prints the old forms, for each one it finds the most suitable mask.”
    Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

  • #16
    Franz Kafka
    “Because,” said the hunger artist, lifting his head a little and, with his lips pursed as if for a kiss, speaking right into the supervisor’s ear so that he wouldn’t miss anything, “because I couldn’t find a food which I enjoyed. If had found that, believe me, I would not have made a spectacle of myself and would have eaten to my heart’s content, like you and everyone else.” Those were his last words, but in his failing eyes there was the firm, if no longer proud, conviction that he was continuing to fast.”
    Franz Kafka, A Hunger Artist



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